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From one who loves it...
Sep. 1st, 2005 03:46 pmSince he posted this on the public site, I'm sure he won't mind a repost here.
Here is the perspective of someone who loves the Coast but can't go home.
Bruce, take the stage.
When the Coast is clear...
I'm from the Coast.
I have been in close and constant contact with many of those whom, like myself, call the MS Gulf Coast home. From Atlanta, to Nashville, to Dallas, to CO Springs, to San Diego and beyond. All over the map we are coming together to help one another find that which is lost.
We share a bond as "Coast Trash". Picture Point. Henderson Point. The Lighthouse. The Friendship Oak. Shrimp right off the dock in Gulfport or Long Beach, or OS or the Pass. The Pass Parade. Jelly Fish migrations at night. Li'l Rays. Pirates Cove. Marine Life. Crawfish Fest at Rice Pavilion. So many things that we all did at least once. Coast Episcopal High School. Long Beach High. Biloxi High. St. Stanislaus. OLA. Pass High. Gulfport High. So many schools but one education. One underlying idea.
Home. The beach is always home. It is where you can go back and center. Put your feet on the ground and breath even in the hardest times. Volleyball games, Slidell beer runs and sun screen. We see it. We can almost smell it. The first kiss at sunset. The break up before college. The "be safe" at the end of a holiday visit. We always come back. Come back when we hear Buffett. We come back when we see a magnolia tree in a magazine. We come back when we get seafood that does not quite reach our standards.
Now we come back because of worry and pain and fear. We come back for our friends and family. We come back for love, joy and hope. We come back for her. For the water and beach we just cannot seem to shake. We come back because she needs us. The Coast. We are her children. We are Coast Trash and we come back.
My prayers and thoughts and love go out to the Coast Trash out there that cannot make it home physically but are there in every other form. You are loved and missed.
My prayers are most assuredly with those who are living in the chaos and hardship that is Southern MS to New Orleans. Be Safe.
See ya when they open 49. The first rounds on me.
Here is the perspective of someone who loves the Coast but can't go home.
Bruce, take the stage.
When the Coast is clear...
I'm from the Coast.
I have been in close and constant contact with many of those whom, like myself, call the MS Gulf Coast home. From Atlanta, to Nashville, to Dallas, to CO Springs, to San Diego and beyond. All over the map we are coming together to help one another find that which is lost.
We share a bond as "Coast Trash". Picture Point. Henderson Point. The Lighthouse. The Friendship Oak. Shrimp right off the dock in Gulfport or Long Beach, or OS or the Pass. The Pass Parade. Jelly Fish migrations at night. Li'l Rays. Pirates Cove. Marine Life. Crawfish Fest at Rice Pavilion. So many things that we all did at least once. Coast Episcopal High School. Long Beach High. Biloxi High. St. Stanislaus. OLA. Pass High. Gulfport High. So many schools but one education. One underlying idea.
Home. The beach is always home. It is where you can go back and center. Put your feet on the ground and breath even in the hardest times. Volleyball games, Slidell beer runs and sun screen. We see it. We can almost smell it. The first kiss at sunset. The break up before college. The "be safe" at the end of a holiday visit. We always come back. Come back when we hear Buffett. We come back when we see a magnolia tree in a magazine. We come back when we get seafood that does not quite reach our standards.
Now we come back because of worry and pain and fear. We come back for our friends and family. We come back for love, joy and hope. We come back for her. For the water and beach we just cannot seem to shake. We come back because she needs us. The Coast. We are her children. We are Coast Trash and we come back.
My prayers and thoughts and love go out to the Coast Trash out there that cannot make it home physically but are there in every other form. You are loved and missed.
My prayers are most assuredly with those who are living in the chaos and hardship that is Southern MS to New Orleans. Be Safe.
See ya when they open 49. The first rounds on me.
